Tattoos are one of the few things which are enduringly cool no matter whatever else is de rigueur, along with black & white photography, being in a band and dying young.
A few years back a cool tattoo would either be a Chinese symbol that supposedly meant “love” or “peace” (although probably actually meant “scrotum”) or some pseudo-Maori tangle of spikes on your upper arm if you’re a guy or in the small of your back if you’re a girl. If you’ve got one of those then you’re shit out of luck because those are just laughable now.
If you go to get a tattoo done in a parlour that still offers those kinds of designs or employs tattooists who aren’t paragons of rockabilly vogue or Frank Carter from Gallows then get out of there quick smart; that place isn’t cool enough for your patronage.
Nowadays, the coolest tattoos involve the timeless chic of good old-fashioned anchors and swallows and/or ‘40s-‘50s pin-up girls. Ok, so their “timeless chic” might be totally passé in a couple of months, leaving you as a walking anachronism, but Sailor Jerry’s bound to come back around. You’ll have to endure a few years in the wilderness but have patience grasshopper: eventually your tattoos will be cool again. And no, it doesn’t matter if you’ve never even set foot on a cross-Channel ferry; nautical-themed tattoos historically denoting thousands of miles of naval experience are fine for sailors and landlubbers alike.
Besides, if you’re thinking in the long-term (yes, “a couple of months” counts as long-term) then you’re really not that cool: given the frantically hedonistic life you lead, there’s every chance you’ll be dead in a couple of months, a martyr for youthful decadence. Now that IS cool.